mid laner

Either way, the club's psychological counseling is also good.

In eSports, results are everything.

None of them were feeling well, and it seemed like the end of the night.

At home in China, the Korean team that defeated them naturally did not stay long.

The fans in the venue have not dispersed for a long time.Male fans and female fans were all crying, and the LN team logo printed on their faces was washed out.

They called LN, called the top laner Nakano, called BO5 to play AD who was already somewhat untenable, and called the support who buried his head on the table.

Every year is the most promising year.

Every year ends in such a hurry.

375.

"zz, don't retire, you are the best, zz!"

At that time, outside the venue, the mid laner suddenly opened the window of the bus.

"I'm not retiring."

The fans fell silent for a moment.

The mid laner said, "I'm sad and sorry for everyone's support, but I won't retire."

The jungler always remembers the expression of the mid laner.

Very peaceful, but did not hide his fatigue, he was sad, but his eyes were bright.

But in the early morning of that day, the jungler discovered that the mid laner was not at the base.

Everyone was crying and laughing, eating and drinking, and it was a mess.

After returning to the base, each settled down, and the jungler suddenly couldn't find the mid laner.

376.

The jungler made no noise.

He probably knows where the mid laner will be.

So he took a taxi directly to report an address, and then leaned his head against the window.

Turning on the phone, sure enough, both the mid laner's id and LN were on the trending searches.

The thing turning the most fiercely at the moment is a blurred profile in the night.

It's the mid laner.

The jungler paid the money and jumped out of the car.It was very cold, and there was still heavy water vapor in the air.

The mid laner is sitting on the steps outside the stadium tonight.

Seeing him coming, she didn't seem surprised at all, she pressed the phone and waved at him.

377.

The night is so dark, the lights are chaotic and mottled.

The jungler ran up the steps, but he clearly saw the red in the corner of Zhongdan's eyes.

So red, it looks hot.Just looking at it will burn the jungler's tears.

The jungler stood under a few steps and looked at the mid laner.

The mid laner opens his arms.

"Are you sad too, xx."

378.

The jungler found that he would never be able to resist the unabashed emotional expressions of the mid laner.

Like the night of the loss, he cried and wet the mid laner uniform.

like now.

Before he could react, he was about to speak, but he was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

"Why are you crying... Once you cry, I can't stand it..."

Crying uncontrollably in an instant.

The middle laner felt his heart ache, sat on the edge of the bed and hugged him to his chest.

"I'm... very scared, zz..." the jungler cried and convulsed.

"If I can't fight anymore, oh...how...what should I do..."

The mid laner stroked the jungler's back to comfort him, and comforted him, "Then I won't fight anymore, I'll retire, okay?"

The jungler cried even harder, "No, no, you can't retire..."

"Then I will continue to fight and win the championship for you, okay?"

The jungler suddenly tightened his arms, "You don't want me anymore! I didn't win the championship with me..."

379.

The mid laner probably knew that the jungler was crying a bit confused.

I have been holding on, and finally found an outlet to vent.

How could the jungler not be afraid, even he was so afraid that he forgot everything.

Can no longer play professional, this is perhaps the lightest consequence.

There is life beyond esports.If you can't use it more, can't bear the weight, and can't do fine operations...

Each situation is an unbearable price for a long life later.

What's more, it hurts so much, the jungler must be terrified.

When the mid laner closes his eyes, there are bandages wrapped around the jungler's hands, so white it is so dazzling.

"It's okay, don't be afraid. Those assumptions will not come true."

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380.

Jungle really cried for a while.

Coaches and managers are already dealing with these things with PR.

They stepped off the stage too hastily, and the audience who were still booing also saw something was wrong.

The follow-up interview was temporarily adjusted to a two-player lane of the new ad and the support, and the English flow was handed over to the top laner.

But there was no way to hide the absence of the media meeting personnel.

The assistant coach and the relatively well-known data analysts temporarily joined the battle, and such a big matter must not be avoided.

I still told the media about the attack of the jungler's hand injury.

The public relations naturally carried out follow-up processing, and various media also expressed that they would wait until the specific situation came out before reporting on this aspect.

381.

In fact, the jungler has nothing to do now.

The reason why he is still in the arms of the mid laner is that after he realized it, he started to lose face again.

It's okay to cry, what happened just now, this is crying like a dog, okay!

Fortunately, the mid laner responds quickly and operates skillfully.

He patted Jungle on the back, his voice was the same as usual, "I'm going to get a cold towel, I'm going to take a picture later."

The jungler rubbed his eyes on the mid laner uniform very naturally, and sat up.

382.

The mid laner was a little emotional when he dug out the ice cubes from the small refrigerator.

Tsk, you can do whatever you want with money.

He carefully wrapped the ice cubes, sat on the edge of the bed, and applied the jungler's eyes.

Both were silent for a while.

With his eyes closed, the jungler groped and grabbed the corner of the mid laner uniform with bandaged fingers.

He heard the middle laner chuckle slightly.

Her throat still felt a little tight and jerky, as if she had yelled.

"...I wanted to ask you before." Jungle said.

"Ask me what?"

The jungler licked his lower lip, "If... if we retire, you will still be there, that is, um, do you have contact with me?"

383.

In fact, the mid laner has also thought about this problem.

To put it bluntly, they are just colleagues.

Except for their careers, the two people are mostly irrelevant before and after.

If you are lucky and get good results, you may see names juxtaposed like the champion Nakano.

Perhaps in addition to this, the world is on each side, and gradually there is no intersection.

They have always been very different people.

384.

But when the mid laner heard the jungler ask this question, he subconsciously stopped.

He suddenly felt that the answer to this question might be different.

It probably wasn't right before.

The mid laner is a very measured person, he knows that he is such a person, and he likes his sense of proportion.

He didn't know why he got involved in the jungler's secret desires.

He didn't know why he almost lost his mind and faced the jungler's waist injury and hand injury.

He didn't know why he allowed the jungler to go home with him.

He has lived for 20 years, always restrained, never sober, no one can step into the boundaries he set.

But the jungler seemed to walk in casually, and was still tossing around at will.

He didn't even notice.

He seemed to be unable to let go——

For him, picky eaters, silent and passionate, arrogant and rebellious, the best jungler.

385.

So keep going as long as you can be friends.

There is no need to set a watershed for qualitative change, nor is it a promise.

He just made sure that he was sincere at this moment.

"Yes. Until you don't want to play with me anymore, always will."

After the mid laner finished speaking, he felt that it was actually so easy to say this sentence.

As if that was the way it should be.

386.

The mid laner's speculation is correct, and sure enough, the PR still needs to take a photo.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he was supposed to relax, he took a group photo of the whole team in the ward.

When he heard the knock on the door, he opened it, but the person standing outside the door was not the coach.

The camera is facing him, with ad standing beside him.

AD patted the mid laner on the shoulder, walked into the room without saying anything.

Then there are others.

Behind them are the team leader, coaches and assistant coaches, the data group, and some staff of the club.

387.

By the time the mid laner walked back, most of the greetings had already been done.

The jungler was surrounded in the middle, feeling very embarrassed.

Fortunately, no one brought a fruit basket to hold a bouquet of flowers or something, otherwise this operation would be too suffocating.

"It's okay, I'll just pay attention to using my hands in the future."

AD sat down on the edge of the bed, knocked Ye's forehead, "You can be more careful, you don't have a substitute."

What can the jungler say, "...I see."

388.

"Didn't you guys say you're going to eat in a bungalow? The seats are already booked, why are you here at the hospital?" Zhong Dan asked.

"Throwing you here to eat sick meals? That's impossible, isn't our wild father so shameless?" Shang Dan smiled.

"Don't talk about what's missing, hurry up, let the jungler deal with it, and do something..." The coach got stuck.

"Concealer!" The new ad answered quickly.

The assistant rubbed the new AD's hair, "Okay, I will answer quickly."

"...You've been talking more and more like keeping recently." Ad complained.

"It's almost Chinese New Year, can we not mention NEA???" the jungler couldn't bear it.

389.

In short, under the resistance of the jungler and the suppression of the mid laner for a second, the jungler was put on makeup.

Mainly cover the eyes.

Everyone present knew well that the jungler must have cried.

I regret that I was not there, and I am a little glad that I was not there.

... Otherwise, it might be cold by now.

Everyone took a casual group photo, and the jungler recorded a small Q&A.

The staff edited the previously recorded video and questions and answers directly in the ward, and prepared to release the news on various platforms.

390.

"No...it's too gay." The mid laner felt that this proposal was poisonous.

The jungler is pretty succinct, "No."

...and ended up taking two pictures.

singled out one